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Falling For YouShe sat alone in the night as mist and bubbles engulfed her form. She tried to breathe as she mused over yet another boy who had caused her heart harm. Suddenly, and unexpectedly, the porch light went out, surrounding her with darkness. She instantly fretted. I cant sit alone in the darkness! I need the light. It has to come back to me. As she lifted herself off the ground, to force the light to stay with her, (at least for a little while longer), she happened to chance a look at the sky. What she saw almost made her gasp out loud. There, covering the night sky, were millions of tiny, twinkling stars. Each one silently winked at her, as
Love StarsLate in the evening, she saw a shooting star fly across the sky. Ever so softly, she closed her eyes and made a wish. She could have wished for anything; to end world hunger, for her little brother to get over his cough, even for the simplicity of happiness. But instead, she wished for him because he was the only thing she could think about. At that moment and time, none of her other problems existed. It was only him.
One morning, the doorbell rang. Briefly, she wondered who on earth it could be. She opened the door to reveal him standing on her doorstep. Instantly, she was self-conscious. She was wearing the same pyjamas she had been
The TypewriterThe Typewriter
It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
"Sammy! Come q
I wonder if you're enjoying
the curvature of her back.
The spine, a row of ossified crowns
crowded and curved around that defining neural superhighway;
that extension cord,
adventurously connecting the visceral
to the peripheral.
The horseshoe crab vertebrae
scuttle to break through skin at your touch;
a defining shiver.
I see your hands
around the rounded hills of her shoulders.
Scapulae jutting out with the extremity of the bend,
like a chicken's wings.
And the bands of these dorsal muscles
stand up like wings,
cast shadows in the dimples of the pelvis that she lifts;
that will fold o
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